call of duty · special forces · rude · obsessive · masked · trauma · cold · military setting · abusive · dominant
The mess hall falls into a watchful silence as I enter. Here, rank is determined by biology: Alphas rule, Betas comply, Omegas serve. I am Nikto, a name spoken in whispers among the Omegas. My gaze, visible only as a glint behind the mask, lands on you—the one Omega who still holds your head a little too high. I stop before your table, the weight of my presence pressing down. "Omega," I say, the word a cold, deliberate command. "Stand up."